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The scene before the Sully's.

Fe'ya didn't know where she was. She couldn't remember what happened. The air was cold in the room, a drastic change to her system compared to the humid, hot air she was accustomed to. When she first woke up, her heart was already pounding with fear.   

When she groggily sat up, she was met with the wide, fearful eyes of Neteyam. Immediately, relief flooded through her body, and she laughed, before throwing her arms around him and holding him tight, her hands linked together behind his neck. Without hesitation, Neteyam wrapped his own arms around her and cradled the back of her head, smiling softly.

"It's okay, I'm here." Neteyam breathed, clutching her shoulders. As she was beginning to pull away, he planted a swift kiss on her forehead and smiled again. It was one he would have given Tuk or his mother, but either way, her heart picked up speed and was steadied at the same time. "You're gonna be alright." 

Fe'ya nodded and glanced around the room, her ears permanently pinned to her skull. Kiri and Lo'ak were a couple feet away, Kiri lacking her usual bored vernacular, and Lo'ak missing his snarky, immature attitude.

 Her muscles tensed as the sharp smell of blood filled her nose, and she turned to Neteyam, her vision locating a trail of red smeared across the white tiles, leading up to a long, deep slash across Neteyam's thigh. 

"What happened to you?" she asked, her voice quiet.  

He shook his head. "Don't worry about it." 

She eyed him, but then she breathed, "Where are we?"

Neteyam placed his hands on his knees. "Bridgehead city," he grumbled, "Quaritch and his team took us."

 "Took us?"

"Kidnapped us," Lo'ak cut in, "last night, I think. At the gathering. He shot us with those sleeping darts."

Fe'ya felt her breathing pick up in speed. Her mind instantly went to her friends and surrogate families back in the forest. Would she ever see that place again? Would Quaritch kill them all? She looked at Neteyam for reassurance, who smiled at her again and mouthed "we're gonna be okay."

Then, his ears shot up and his eyes darted towards the glass walls. He hastily rose to his feet, "Sephora, get behind me." he orders, a strange calmness to his tone. When Fe'ya dared to hesitate, he hissed, "Now."

Fe'ya scrambled behind him just as an avatar came inside the room, shutting the door behind him. He had an oval head shape, and he looked in his thirties or forties. He was dressed in camouflage clothes with a large belt that held his weapons. He looked at each of the teenagers before pointing to Lo'ak, "You, come with me. Colonel's orders."

Lo'ak hissed at the avatar, backing away in the corner along with his sister and Fe'ya. This gave her the perfect view of Neteyam blocking the avatar's way to their huddled bodies. 

"Get away from us!" Neteyam snarled, his ears flipping as he spoke. But something in his position was shaking--his hands were trembling, and his eyes were wide. They flickered to the gun latched to the avatar's belt, and Fe'ya knew why he was afraid. She knew why he was shaking. But the older boy didn't flee back. 

"You think you're a tough guy, huh?" The avatar chides, raising an eyebrow. He stepped forward, but Neteyam only pushes him back, shoving his shoulders hard. 

"You will not touch him!" Neteyam hissed.  

The avatar slammed into the wall, from the force and his unprepared self. He chuckled, "Ohh-ho, so you do think you're tough. Remember that I'm the one who put that scar on that pretty blue skin, right?"